Luyện nghe bài hát Million Dollar Baby

(Chorus)
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say

(Verse 1)
Sick it, six digits, big engines
Get lots of head like six
It just this I live by,
Represent the road I up by,
And I see the game an umpire.
Mothafuck one time, and combined
I am the boss, I have a nigga you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche
I drive that mothafucka like I'm beat a deadline.
at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch
I'm fly and your boyfriend's an
How you cost bitch?
See I will buy you and sell you back like an auction.
Okay? I am affiliated with DJ
And Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a on the beat like Carson Palmer
And them niggas see me with panorama.
(Haha) Niggas soft as a can of
You soft as a can of
You fuckin' a piranha
The ballin' is no
Paper tall as a
I'm hoe, I could change your life all in a hour
I I see the city skyline from my shower
I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun
Pow pow
I'm than Mr. Childs
Fresh from the of the ant pile.
Weezy!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
My is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is but the game is ugly
They say the hungry, but these bitches is greedy
But I'm gifted, I am simply strategic
It's come to my room, I make her feel it's Egypt
And she leave out that room feelin' like a
My fuck game is my capital
I stuff her ass up a pair of new sneakers
Back to the at hand
Baby I'm a ass young black man
more rare than finding black sand
And, I just want some brain a fucking cat scan
I want some paper like a fucking trash can
Life is a maze so how's it hanging
I to amaze, as well as advance
I'm so far ahead I save the last dance.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Get it straight like I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all about my chips like
I be with animals animal tactics,
I I'm backed up like New York traffic
You dumb fucks, nothing but lunch ducks,
Big hairs, swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I'm claiming it like
I've been on the grind, you're just a tourist,
for the dead, say hello to the florists
Fuck with me wrong bet I rush it Borris
Now they tryna kick it but I ain't Chuck
I kick it with Few and he rolling up a forest
Can't be compared, no I'm not a
Can't be banned, I'm sorry Miss
Fuck Wendy Williams, the bitch like a dude
Her body chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get to my food
Eat the up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 lives you ever war with I
I'm just gettin' thinking about the Carter 5
My homies straight, my momma good and my fine
Everyday I and thank the great Lord of mine
Weezy baby, you're lookin' at
Gangsta Grillz, no